*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*
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Nigga, what's hap'nin?
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Who we got in here?
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Nigga, ain't this the last album.
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Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
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Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.
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*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
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hear ya.
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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Well it's the one of the mill nigga
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the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest
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fill niggaz up wit bullets
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kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit
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an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
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or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
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when it's the wig split
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come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
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cuz ya fuckin either two
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of yo baby ma'mas
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got em on camera
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doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
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bootsy hole
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fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
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niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
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automatic
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so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
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then a see-saw
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sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
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who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
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balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
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might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T
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ya dig?
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Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*
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Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same
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one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game
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now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
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but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
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my 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off
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I'm still gettin zips off
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niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off
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until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
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now what you wanna do?
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it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
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that's what they cost in the store, yeah
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an you can reach, but you can not touch
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ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?
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if you scared go to church, I know it hurts
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to find out, she works for me
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brought me that Jeep
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that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut
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that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck,
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cuz we.
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*(Chorus)*
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let
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me hear ya.
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Verse 3 *(Dru Down
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I'm steadily stackin up on the green
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ballas will use the triple beam
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shot calla use they words
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hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served
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now observe the definition of the pimp-mode
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I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
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doe is what I love, so what's up?
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nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough
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nigga I had it rough
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an nigga it ain't no bluff
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an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
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yeah okay
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I turned straight into a hustla
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crap on bustas
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skrilla fo reala from them suckas
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I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door
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ready to bubble
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I turned into a balla, shot calla
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two for twamp
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with in a year I'm back on the spot
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zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked
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bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy
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four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me
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an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
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do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right
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side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's
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I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that
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hoe.
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Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*
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Fa sho. G-A fo checks
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pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block
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wit 4 techs
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niggaz on this, on the move in many
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plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's
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that ain't my thang ruger
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it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang
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my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to |